Safa writes sometimes
About
self worth
It was almost real
A Letter I might never send, or maybe just immediately send the minute I’m done writing it.
Lost in the Crowd, Found in You
The Shape-Shifting Game We Play in Love
Maybe I Don’t Want to Be Everywhere Anymore
The Gate Always Says “Departures”
The Wedding That Never Was: And the Guilt I Carried for Years
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